Written by: David Pennington

What kind of feeling would I have 
Without you around to hold 
Bliss, sweet bliss would slip away 
And oh how my heart would grow old 

And without you my poor heart would break 
And my soul, would turn so cold. 
I would shiver with fear of the unknown 
And hide in a corner of dark 

A deep dark corner where feelings die 
And float slowly down to the ground 
But those beautiful memories that would not die 
Will drift so slowly afar

Your lovely memories will travel
Catching a ride on the westerly winds 
And find you, with your beauty bright 
And find you where ever you are 


David Pennington